Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.